They told me it was a sin
They don't even let me
Go to a church
To wash the guilty pleasure
I feel by loving you
They told me it was unnatural
They don't even let me
Walk in the dark streets
Without beating me up
But, hey, that makes sense
They told it wasn't love
They don't even let me
Say those three words
To a wonderful person
Like you
They told me it was a disease
They don't even let me
Go to a hospital
To treat my sick self
But are you?
They won't let this feeling be a part of my life.
As they say
"Loveless piece of trash that goes against nature"
Isn't it?
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A poem I actually wrote a while ago
Written on October 4th 2018
Something simple about a sensitive subject. Seeing all the homophobic attacks that increases (especially in France), I kinda needed to get that rage out of me.
You know, y'all could be tolerant and accept one another.
But yeah, why should everything be so simple?
Goodnight, howls.
Don't forget to help people when they need to
VOUS LISEZ
Late nights | poetry
PoetryLet the darkness overwhelm your being and your soul. Let it guide you into an intense and ardent imagination. Laisse l'obscurité envahir ton être et ton âme. Laisse la te guider au beau milieu d'une intense et ardente imagination. ------- Been #310...
